Chapter 135

Freya stared at the delicious food on her plate, her mouth watering. She wanted to eat but hesitated.

"Go ahead," Odalys said. "What are you waiting for? Tomorrow morning, we'll wake up early and go for a run. Then we'll head into the mountains to burn off these calories."

Freya quickly glanced at her own stomach, then at Odalys's flat, toned abdomen. "Your stomach is so flat," she whispered. "Are your abs still showing? Do you still have that V-line?"

When they first met, Freya had been captivated by Odalys's toned abs and V-line. Odalys must work out regularly to maintain such a fit physique.

"Yes," Odalys replied. "I've been farming for years. It's different from gym workouts. As long as I don't intentionally try to change it, I'll probably stay in shape like this."

Stellan quickly added, "Looks like we need to be prepared for tomorrow. We're going big. We'll bring back some wild game."

"Now I'm not worried," Freya said, picking up her utensils. "Let's eat."

Selah rested her chin in her hand, tilting her head. "Slow down. No one's going to take it from you."

"I can't!" Freya replied. "If I eat slowly and it doesn't digest, won't I get even fatter!" Though she ate quickly, her posture and grace remained elegant. It was obvious that Freya had been well-raised; her manners were impeccable. Most people would look uncouth shoveling food in, but Freya was a rare exception.

"After we finish eating, let's take a walk in the village," Odalys suggested.

Selah and Freya's eyes lit up. They nodded in agreement. "No Wi-Fi, no internet, and I can't sleep in bed. It's so boring!"

"Walking around the village sounds great," Selah added. "It'll help us relax and pass the time."

Stellan didn't argue; he would go along with their decision. "Alright, I'll wash the dishes," he said, taking the initiative. No one objected. They had well-defined roles; nobody was holding anyone back. Selah and Freya had washed dishes earlier, and Odalys had cooked, so it was Stellan's turn.

Sophia, in the next room, watched Stellan wash dishes, her jealousy simmering. Stellan was so rich, yet Odalys made him wash dishes. If it were Sophia, she would have treated him like royalty.

Francis's voice came from the doorway: "Looks like we won't starve tonight."

Sophia looked up and saw Francis and Finnian returning with potherbs. She couldn't hide her disgust; she hadn't expected them to be so useless.

"You're back?" Sophia hurried over to greet them. She looked at Finnian, smiling. "Finnian, what did you bring?"

Sophia stared at his hands. Finnian appeared to be holding some wild fruit, and a flicker of hope ignited in her eyes; she thought he had picked it for her.

"It's none of your business," Finnian said coldly. He immediately put some distance between them, clearly a little afraid of her.

Sophia was stunned. She hadn't expected him to speak to her so coldly. I haven't done anything wrong, so why is he giving me the cold shoulder? she thought.

"Take the potherbs," Finnian said, handing them to Francis and keeping the wild fruit. He headed toward another room. Sophia seemed to guess what he was about to do and reached for his sleeve, but he swatted her hand away.

Chapter 135

With a loud slap, Finnian struck her hand. The sting left Sophia momentarily dazed. She watched him walk away without a glance, frustration building. She reluctantly followed.

Finnian, holding the wild fruit, hurried to Odalys. "Hi, Odalys," he said. "I just picked these fruits in the woods. I noticed you haven't had any fruit in a while, so I brought you some."

Odalys looked at the fruit. His clothes were torn, and his left hand, injured from her earlier jab, was hastily wrapped. He looked disheveled.

Odalys took a step back. "No need," she said coldly.

His excitement drained away. He gave a bitter smile. "I wasn't in my right mind back then. She manipulated me into doing bad things. But I never meant you any harm. I was under her spell. If you hadn't injured my hand, I wouldn't have come to my senses. These wild fruits are my way of making it up to you. Is that alright?" He humbled himself, but Odalys shot him a cold glance and turned to walk away.

"Wait, Odalys…" Finnian said, but she turned abruptly, startling him. "Don't push me," Odalys said sharply. "I hate men who make noise in front of me. It's best if you take the hint and stay away from me. Otherwise, I won't hesitate to hit you again. Stop pretending to be so deep or pitiful. Whether you're sincere or pathetic, you know better than anyone else. I hurt you because you deserved it. But that doesn't mean I want to save you. Whether you live or die is none of my concern. Just stay out of my way. You've schemed against me before. Want me to expose everything in front of the camera? If you want to keep some dignity, keep your distance from me right now."

Finnian froze, unable to believe how cold and ruthless she was. At that moment, he regretted his arrogance. He had thought he could control Odalys, but she hadn't fallen for any of it.

"I guess you're in a bad mood today. I'll come back another time," Finnian said, walking away.

Odalys stared after him, her gaze settling on Sophia, who was watching. When Odalys saw the smug look in Sophia's eyes, her smile deepened. Odalys cast a meaningful glance at Sophia's clothes before turning away.

"What are you staring at?" Sophia muttered.

Sophia turned to leave, but a strange odor hit her nostrils. She realized something and pulled off her underwear, discovering something on it. "Who… who did this?" she gasped, horrified.

Seeing the cameraman hadn't followed, Sophia quickly tucked her underwear back in, walking toward the room in disbelief. Who touched my underwear?

Earlier that morning, she had felt as if someone had tampered with her clothes, but she never imagined it was true. Could Odalys have had someone do this? In her group, the only man is Stellan. Would he listen to her and do something to my underwear! Sophia's mind was a whirlwind of confusion.